Twist of Fate

Twist of Fate

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Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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A Twist of fate... Can she handle what life is about to thrust on her?!

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A Twist of fate... Can she handle what life is about to thrust on her?!

Chapter1 (v.1) - Twist of Fate 1

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Submitted: September 01, 2016

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Twist of Fate 1


"Stop bothering that little girl." I shouted. 

My six year old Liza was playing with a bunch of other kids at the beach resort. I was sitting from a distance watching her as she was helping some girl half her age go up and down a little slide. The resort play area was packed full of kids and I wondered why she wasn't playing with someone her own age. 

As I sat on the far benches among the other parents looking at my beautiful daughter and wondering what her life would be like a few years from now. Would she find someone whom she would spend her life with? someone whom she would love? someone whom she would make a family with? or would she become a single parent like myself. Would she even want to have kids of her own when she grows up? I wondered. My husband left even me before Liz was born and I have not heard from him since. I have raised Liza on my own for more than eight years now and I will do it again if I had to.

I could not help myself but look around at the other parents who were sitting next to me and think how similar all our lives were. The women like myself attended to their children at this playground while their husbands were out enjoying the sun. Typical. This is what all men want; love, sex, joy… without the responsibilities.

"Leave that girl alone," I yelled out again. 

Liz was dragging that girl behind her determined to protect her from the older kids as they were climbing and jumping up the plastic slide. They were running around the large room, shouting like crazy. I had no idea why she was doing that but I was afraid something might happen to that little girl and her parents would blame my kid even if all she did was try to help her go up the slide. Some parents can be fussy and overprotective of their children sometimes. I've been a teacher for ten years and I know how parents can become. 

"Find someone your own age to play with," I was getting angry with my daughter trying to sway her to play with someone else. 

"But mom," Liza shouted back at me, "I'm playing with Sara. She wants to play on that slide."

Giving up to the inevitable I remained seated and waited until my daughter finished playing. Screams of children and their parents were filling the cramped room. MOM, DAD, MOMMY, JONNY, MOM, STOP THAT, MOM, MIKE DON’T DO THAT... Shouts of parents and children were flying around. I came to this beach resort to run away from cries of children. I guess this was my lot in life to be surrounded with children all my life. Don't get me wrong. I love children and I will always dedicate my life to teaching them. However one needs to have a break sometimes. I guess it was not that day.

“Mom." a familiar voice rang in my ear which I tried to ignore.

I must be getting a headache sitting on that uncomfortable chair for the past hour. I had brought a book down from the room with me thinking that I might be able to read but I couldn’t finish one page.

"Mom? Is that you?” the voice again.

I turned around and there she was. Ann. My Ann. 

Was I imagining this? Could that be her? And Sara! Of course....

I wanted to run to her to hold her in my arms and hug her but I just froze in my seat unable to believe that that was really her. 

"Ann?" The only word I managed to say. 

She was much older now. There is something about her that I didn't recognize. The last time I saw her was almost three years ago. She was but merely a child herself. But it was really her and she was standing right in front of me. 

"You cut your hair?" what sort of a question was that? knowing Ann it was a very important one. Her hair was very important to her. She didn't let anyone touch it since her mother died except me and now she had cut it very very short. That was why I didn't recognize her. But my Liza did. She recognized Sara, Ann's daughter. 

Ann stood looking at me to see what I would do so I opened my arms and she ran straight towards me, hugging me until I couldn't breath. She was crying, sobbing out loud,  tears spilling like a flood as she kept shouting out the words "MOM, MOM, MOM.” 


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